I come from a food family. I have six sisters, my mother, and my grandmother. And I grew up with all these women who share a love for cuisine. My grandmother used to make a juice, the mocochinci. Mocochinci is like a brewed tea; but instead of using herbs or botanicals, you use dried fruits. My grandmother was Bolivian. She learned all the recipes and culinary styles from her hometown in the Yungas. And this is something very indigenous to Bolivia. In the summertime, my grandmother would make batches of this drink. She used fresh fruits; she would infuse pineapple and peach and boil them down until they were reduced. Then she would create a syrup and add more sweetness, like honey. And it would sit in the sun, kind of like steeping sun tea. After school or after daycare, I would come home, and it would be the highlight of the day. I would fill the mocochinci up in a sippy cup that was blue with a green top on it (but I had been chewing the top so much it turned white). And I remember having that with ice, and it was like the drink of the gods.